Claude Monet Spring 1880 painting

throughout the region for its kiddies' knick-knacks, carved wooden toys and enamelled figurines. Osman and his bullock stood at the edge of the banyan-tree, watching her bounce about on top of the potato sacks until she had diminished to a dot.
In Chatnapatna she made her way to the premises of Sri Srinivas, owner of the biggest toy factory in town. On its walls were the political graffiti of the day: _Vote for Hand_. Or, more politely: _Please to vote for CP (M)_. Above these exhortations was the proud announcement: _Srinivas's Toy Univas. Our Moto: Sinceriety & Creativity_. Srinivas was inside: a large jelly of a man, his head a hairless sun, a fiftyish fellow whom a of selling toys had failed to sour. Ayesha owed him her livelihood. He had been so taken with the artistry of her whittling that he had agreed to buy as many as she could